KT's Goldens

So Long my friend

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Tue, 29 Dec 2015 00:56:00 +0000

This is why dogs never die

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Thu, 27 Aug 2015 03:39:00 +0000

Easton=perseverance

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Thu, 27 Aug 2015 01:24:00 +0000

When it comes to toys, nothing will dissuade him from his goal. At Jon and Debbie's pool, Tucson, AZ.
I believe that is Mia looking on.

For all my dogs.....

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Wed, 26 Aug 2015 20:19:00 +0000

So this is where we part, My Friend,

and you'll run on, around the bend,

gone from sight, but not from mind,

new pleasures there you'll surely find

I will go on, I'll find the strength,

life measures quality, not its length.

One long embrace before you leave,

share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,

but they be they, and they aren't you.

And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,

will remember well all you've taught

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,

the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed

And as you journey to your final rest,

take with you this...I loved you best.

- Jim Willis

Easton 10 days into our life together

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Mon, 24 Aug 2015 23:37:00 +0000

Easton even picks out his own toys

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Mon, 24 Aug 2015 23:34:00 +0000

A fun Easton video

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Mon, 24 Aug 2015 23:29:00 +0000

Easton, fly free big boy

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Sun, 23 Aug 2015 19:47:00 +0000

As the time with our Goldens flies by, so many of us go through the "will I know when its time?” This is a crushing weight that we carry around as our sweet dogs deteriorate from disease or old age. I think about this often, especially now that we have committed to adopting senior Goldens. Their time with us is so abbreviated compared to raising them from pups. It would be too much to ask to have them live even twice as long as they do. As god's personal representative for unconditional love, that would be just too perfect; too much to ask; and as we know, life is not perfect. Choosing to surround ourselves with Golden Retrievers, the perfect creation of God and man; manufactured with the tools god left on this earth for us to sink or swim as we tweak breeds to serve our needs.

In March of 2011, I lay down beside Lady in the vet's office, her eyes and gums perfectly healthy, it was so hard to send her to the bridge. But I knew within two days, she would endure great suffering from dehydration and/or starvation. I swore after Devo, NEVER to let my dear, sweet Goldens waste away because I couldn't let them go.

With Easton, it presented me a unique puzzle I had not experienced in all my years. He was so brave and stoic, it was impossible to determine how ill he might be. Easton died peacefully during the early morning within a few hours of our vet appointment to evaluate his current lethargy. We discovered him at 6AM when Andi came down for tea and Easton’s breakfast. He lay still, so peaceful and relaxed in his favorite sleeping spot near his doggy door. Lesson learned - and that is our privilege, unquestioned by those who matter, those who get it, those who are as invested in the perfection that is our Golden dogs.

You can't tell most people about the death of your dog, not quite; there is an expectation that you shouldn't overreact, shouldn't place too much weight on this loss. In the whole scheme of thing, shouldn't this be a smaller matter? It's just a dog; get another one. One of the unspoken truths of American life is how deeply people grieve over the animals that live and die with them, how real that emptiness is, how profound the silence is these creatures leave in their wake. Our culture expects us not only to bear these losses alone, but to be ashamed of how deeply we feel them. The death of a pet is, after all, the first death most of us know. I know that is true for me.

Rest in peace my sweet, playful Easton boy. I will never forget you and will wait to hear your bark when we meet again at the Rainbow bridge.

Destination

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Thu, 05 Mar 2015 17:37:00 +0000

Easton Wet Dog

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Sun, 22 Feb 2015 18:05:00 +0000

THIS is what Easton lives for. There is nothing, not even his dinner, that he loves more than being in the water. It is tough to coax him out once he has splashed down.

One beautiful Arizona spring day.

One Saturday ......

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 06:42:00 +0000

A text from Easton

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Mon, 19 May 2014 15:31:00 +0000

Remembering Lady

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Thu, 06 Mar 2014 03:03:00 +0000

Three years ago we said goodbye to our first, adopted, senior Golden Lady. The day passed uneventfully with a bottle of wine and a few sighs. We were here in Phoenix on that day, so her last happy days were spent with the sun baking her bones and lots of attention from the many friends she made here in the valley. Her portrait is in a place of honor in our humble desert dwelling and I'll always remember how much she loved it here. I miss you my sweet girl.

Lady's special page

Lady - happy and wet - July 2008

Long road ahead

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Tue, 05 Nov 2013 03:11:00 +0000

Preparing for a 3 day trip south. Easton has been on my heels all day as I pack and prep. This will be our second long road trip together. He's a very good passenger.

Destination?

Way warmer than it is here.

First stop: The statehouse is geothermally heated by underground hotsprings.

Second stop: The goldmine has reopened. Think I'll stop by for a free sample.

Abarkalypse Now

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Wed, 18 Sep 2013 17:22:00 +0000

By popular demand. Easton and my brother Chip goofing off last spring. Its all in fun, plus it gives me a chance to exercise my rudimentary video editing skills.

No more boomers Bud.....

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Wed, 18 Sep 2013 17:17:00 +0000

Shame on me, I've been ignoring my Blog, distracted by a million things including Facebook. The Blog venue is much more to my liking, but I have to discipline myself to sit down and write something. My normal motivation seems to be waning, not so much that I don't have material, but more like FB saps it away in teeny-tiny bites every day. This Blog is about my dogs, FB - not so much. I do owe it to Easton to write and photograph him more that I do. He is a special and unique boy in his own right.

Easton's staff photographer Michael got a new camera. The quality of
these photos are nothing short of amazing. I don't remember the camera
details, but maybe I can get him to write a review, which I'll post here.

Last Thursday night / Friday morning, the worst thunderstorm I've ever experienced here in the Northwest came roaring through. Since my first Golden "Sunny" in 1986 (Cosmo 1991, Devo 1997, Lady 2008 and now Easton 2011) none of the dog gave a rip about: Thunder, Lightning or even Coyotes howling right outside our door -- except Easton.

Strike a pose.

Easton and the boomers: Imagine a large herd of prehistoric Mastodons stampeding full speed from the outside towards your backyard fence. That is what Easton imagines when he hears thunder. He blasts through his doggy door and braces, growls and barks, posturing what can only be described as an "I'm going to tear you apart when you come over that fence" defense of his home. Make no mistake, he is not afraid. He shifts to full blown guard dog mode, reaching deep down into his Golden heart for his inner-Rottweiler.

With his always present over-sized tennis ball
A gift from his Aunt Virginia

It is my job to prevent him from keeping our house and the neighborhood awake all night. So I try to distract him, play ball, pet him, reassure him that the Third Reich was defeated in 1945 and is NOT invading our back yard. When I just can't stay awake anymore, I slip his eight foot leather leash on my wrist and fall asleep on the living room couch, hoping he'll do the same. Only when the storm passes will he settle down. It eventually does around 3AM. Its time to get some sleep. There are no more boomers Bud.

Indoor, no flash, just natural light from the window

Go Zags, Easton celebrates a little too much

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 04:27:00 +0000

Easton was invited to cousin Buddy's house to help celebrate the High School graduation of Morgan Green. A good time was had by all, especially the big, red one! Like an over-the-hill, weekend warrior, Easton never stopped playing for 5 straight hours. He is paying the price today. Very stiff with a slight limp, a day of rest and a few aspirins has helped what only time will eventually heal. He did have a damn good time though. The picture below was pretty much the theme of the day.

PS: Buddy will be with us for a week starting Sat. the 22nd. His family is vacationing on the Washington coast. No dogs allowed at the condo. In their defense, they won the trip and didn't want to pass up this gift. We agree and are glad to have Buddy over for a long play date. He is a hoot.

New pictures of Easton

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:40:00 +0000

Big Red and I spent almost 3 weeks in Salem, OR. It was not the happiest of times, but Easton always made sure we stayed grounded and attended to his every need! It was a welcome diversion from our grim task at hand. Thanks pal, your Golden smile and happy tail greeted us every time we walked in the door. Seeing the spring in your step and the joy in you eyes when we took our walks lightened my load. You even brought the ball back every time it was thrown. I guess you knew something important was going on.
Honoring Jim and Jeanne

2700 miles away, but always close to my heart

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Mon, 21 Jan 2013 17:34:00 +0000

Just wanted to acknowledge the passing of Toby, one half of the famous Chub brothers residing at the sanctuary known as Golden Pines. I've followed their story from the beginning and became quite invested in these two Senior Goldens; hoping they could live their lives out together and never have to be separated again. These guys were so happy and resilient, making friends all over the world and providing comic relief via the GP blog. Their story is told at the following link: Toby & Bubba's story

Fly Free Toby, you can run and bark with Bubba again. I'll miss you both, but will smile knowing you are together again.

Toby

Gloomy day, Golden Boy

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Tue, 04 Dec 2012 00:59:00 +0000

Windy, rainy Sunday morning, Seahawks in Chicago making me crazy (they won in OT) and Easton hanging out after our very early walk between the rain drops. He loves to have a toy with him at all times just in case play breaks out. He is so mellow and such a good boy. What a joy. How lucky we all are. Happy Monday!

Easton's favorite squeaker ball

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Mon, 19 Nov 2012 22:13:00 +0000

I’ve been waiting to catch this part of Easton's playful personality on video for sometime. This weekend he started playing with his squeaker ball right next to my chair. I used my smart phone to capture his "kitty play". Had to hold the phone at an odd angle, so it's a little choppy….sorry. Very lame background noise, so you get music instead!

The dog clock.....

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 23:26:00 +0000

Easton has been with us for a year and a half now. There has not been one day that I can remember when he and I have been apart. Tomorrow I am taking a trip; unfortunately Easton can't go. His well being will be in Andi's capable hands so there are no worries. Needless to say Easton and I have become very attached, but as long as he gets his groceries, a walk and a little attention everyday, he will be just fine. The picture below is the face I get anytime I leave and he can't go. That's pretty much where I find him when I come home. A week is a long time to sit on the landing, so I'm sure he'll find something to do. After all, there are squirrels to chase and toys to honk....he'll be just fine.

The Dream

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Mon, 22 Oct 2012 23:01:00 +0000

I have recurring dreams about my dogs. Sometimes they are the stars, sometimes just bit players. Most of the time, the images of dogs in my dream are a little mixed up. They never look exactly like any one of the Goldens in my life, but they always have Golden features. It’s October 22, 2012 and I had another vivid dream this morning. As usual, I’m the star of my dream, drifting around some familiar, but unidentifiable location, losing my pants, trying to tee up a golf ball and hit it, but there is no room to swing or some other bizarre, frustrating circumstance. This morning was not any different, finding myself in a historic college dorm or McMenamins type hotel, talking to Chandler and Ross about god knows what (I don’t even watch Friends anymore), ducking into a room to change my clothes and hoping the occupants didn't return to catch me. During all of the strange interactions and weird activities, I was somehow aware that one of my dogs was with me. After changing my clothes in the room that wasn't mine, I walked down a hall and began searching for my dog (he wasn't in the room with me), asking strangers in the hotel, whose face I saw, but didn’t know, if they have seen Devo! At that moment Devo became “the dog” for this episode.Immediately I began earnestly searching for Devo; peeking in rooms and hallways, crawling in cubby holes and through kitchens, seeing strangers, but no dogs. Then I went outside and called his name once. I saw a dog in the distance, camouflaged by tall grass and reeds trotting back and fourth making progress, moving closer to me. He was a thin Golden with a fox’s tail; obviously not Devo. I then turned and began calling Devo’s name loudly exactly like I've called him thousands of times. I could feel my vocal chords performing this familiar call; it was so real. Then I heard him reply! It was his bark – three times. I knew I found him. Then I woke up.

Devo

I slept in today after a long drive yesterday, returning from a visit with family in Salem OR, sleeping in a strange bed and now welcoming my familiar, comfortable home field slumber advantage. It was one of those dreams I have the last two hours in the morning after I get up to pee, pet Easton and slide back into bed. I've had a few dreams in the last couple of years where I vividly call one of my dogs in my sleep. This is the first time one of them has answered. So perfectly accurate was the vocalization of Devo’s reply, he could have been standing next to me. Then a couple of hours ago, I saw the picture below posted on Facebook. It not only motivated me to document the dream, but it’s exactly how I pictured the Rainbow Bridge to look when I arrive. Sunny would be in charge, Lady would be the matriarch, Cosmo making sure everybody was happy and Devo (who was happiest when he had a job to do) would be the messenger – always busy insuring the link between heaven and earth passed through the bridge. If Devo felt the need, he could send the message: “Here we are, here we are”. I hear you my pal, I hear you.

Gros Rouge et la pomme (Big Red and the apple)

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Tue, 09 Oct 2012 17:53:00 +0000

Dog Friendly Cities

noreply@blogger.com (KT and Easton) — Sat, 06 Oct 2012 21:32:00 +0000